When the words fell, Dantong Amin was stunned this time, until the figure of Dan Yin Guru walked past him, leaving only a back with some vicissitudes of life, his mind was still a little trance.

In his memory, he entered the palace at the age of three, and since then he has served the guru, until now twenty years have passed, but he has never left the palace.

In the same way, it seemed that only the Danfang was his own world in his memory, and the Guru never seemed to have left the palace, but today, when he heard that familiar and unfamiliar name again, he was stunned.

Hua Dingfeng, the real Dan Yin Dojo!

......

At dusk, the autumn weather is slightly cold, if you are swept by the mountain wind in the high place, you will feel more uncomfortable, but if you are free from the shackles of the world, your heart is fascinated by all things in the world, even in adversity, you can still be at ease.

Huading peak, the peak is like its name, like the mountain is like the tripod, because of the name of Dan Yin and famous all over the world.

Different from other schools of magic, Dan is among the three major sects with the art of alchemy, and its Dan is like a god, the smell is refreshing, and the food is prolonged, and the world can't ask for it.

Since 40 years ago, the evil disease of the royal capital spreads, the holy hand of the wonderful doctor is helpless, the world is suffering, worship under the peak of the tripod, the palace envoy seeks medical treatment in the mountain, there are seven days of the tripod technique, with the incense from the peak of the peak under the peak, the disease is solved.

Later, Huading's reputation was greatly enhanced, once overpowering Mingfeng and Mochiyue, becoming the most of the three major gates, but now forty years have passed, Huading has been in seclusion since then, in addition to leaving legends!

At this moment, after many years have passed on the peak, a pair of cloudy eyes finally gradually opened again......

"You're here......"

A calm and vicissitudes of life sounded slowly, even though twenty years have passed, everything is still as if it was yesterday.

"Master!"

But standing in front of the one who opened his mouth was a dying old man like him.

But the old man in front of him lowered his head, and after twenty years, he still came back.

Behind the old man, Ah Ming looked a little frightened, looked at the master in front of him, and the whole person fell to the ground at once, shouting: "Disciple Ah Ming, meet Master Zu!"

"No Thoughts......

"Master, disciple has no thoughts, borrow Tianmu Ding!"

As the words fell, Wu Nian, who was the guru, knelt on the ground suddenly, although he was now over seventy years old, the age of wisdom, but in front of that figure, no matter how far he practiced, he would always respect him like a god!

Silence, the surroundings fell into silence that had never been seen before.

"He should have been yours forty years ago......"

When that voice sounded again, Master Wunian's heart trembled, and he still remembered that he had made a bold promise and was still in high spirits when he left Huading, and now that the years have passed, he still has not fulfilled his bold words.

But he has always had an obsession in his heart, what he wants to do is what no one else can do, including his own master...... That is, the only Dan Yin Master on the peak of Huading!

Kneeling on the ground, Wu Nian bowed his head and his hands on the ground, just like his disciple Ah Ming behind him, but his heart was very calm, he knew what his master was waiting for.

Dan Yin can't do without the Dao Master, and his mantle can't be inherited by no one, but he can't do it without thought.

But he also knew that Tianmu Ding could only be inherited by the true Dan Dao Master, but if he inherited Tianmu Ding, he could never leave Huading Peak again.

But the world where he has no thoughts of his guru is definitely not here!

"Alas......"

The sigh was long, long, until the green smoke of the incense burner in front of him curled, blurring the somewhat cloudy eyes, so a small wooden tripod the size of a palm slowly condensed on the ground in front of Wu Nian!

"Thoughtless...... Thank you, Master!"

Master Wu Nian spoke, his voice trembled a little, he raised his head and bowed on the ground three times in a row, then held the Tianmu Ding in front of him with both hands, and turned around and left behind without any extra words.

But Wu Nian never saw that the somewhat cloudy eyes had been staring at his departing back, but there was a look of relief and relief in the corners of his eyes, and finally slowly closed in that entanglement!

Before coming to the mountain gate of the Huading Dojo, Wu Nian, who was leaving with all his heart, suddenly shook his whole body, and his hand holding Tianmu Ding began to tremble.

The old figure gradually turned back, and then he knelt on the ground again, silently, except for Wu Nian except for Ah Ming, at this moment no one knew that he was once the head of the three great gates in the world, the only master of the Dan Yin lineage, at this moment, in the autumn of one hundred and forty-nine years of his life, he finally closed his eyes forever!

With the fall of a legend, an undercurrent also began to surge in the royal capital, on the Moon Peak, a few cracks suddenly appeared on the divination weapon in front of the astrological master Dian Jun, his closed eyes opened suddenly, many beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his face was even more pale!

"How?"

Beside Master Dianjun, Master Zhou also had a solemn face, and at this moment, in the astrology dojo, half of the people had gone, and Master Dianjun's face was ugly.

The two lamas turned their heads to look into the distance, and since the clock tower had subsided, there was always a feeling in his heart that something big was about to happen!

"Still not good, even the trajectory of the senior brother has been lost!"

Dian Jun said, Zhou Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, the Taoist meeting was coming to an end, and people left one after another, but the two of them were still waiting, waiting for the night of the seventh day to come and the stars to reappear......

On the other side, when the wind was surging, Mu Ziliang in the Taifu Mansion slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, there was a person sitting in the room in front of him, who was the Taifu musician of the dynasty!

"How do you feel now that you're awake?" said the musician;

"Thank you, seniors"

Mu Ziliang said that Mingfeng closed the mountain, and he was brought back by the musician, but since he came back, he has been meditating with his eyes closed, but he can't calm his heart no matter what.

Because since he met the big demon under Mingfeng Mountain, that kind of picture has been echoing in his mind!

"Where is this?" asked Mu Ziliang;

"This is the old man's house, you don't have to worry, just recuperate with peace of mind"

The musician said, but the very happy master frowned slightly, and his face was sad, but this small change in expression attracted Mu Ziliang's attention.

He didn't know that the musician was the Taifu of the Dynasty, and he didn't know that the Taifu of the Dynasty was the first person to oppose the strange power and chaos, but since the Huanghuang Thunder under Mingfeng Mountain, the musician's heart has begun to change!

With that, the musician got up, and a servant outside the room bowed his head and walked in.

"The house has prepared a fasting meal. ”

After the words fell, the musician spoke to Mu Ziliang again, then nodded and turned around and left the room.

Although Mu Ziliang was injured by the big demon at the foot of Mingfeng Mountain, fortunately, Master Fang Mu appeared in time, and now that Mingfeng is closed, it may be a little difficult to go to Mingfeng again, but I don't know what the result was that day, whether the big demon was surrendered by Master Mingfeng.

Everything flashed through Mu Ziliang's mind, but in the end, he shook his head, got up and walked out of the servant's side!

Taifu's mansion is not big, and there are very few people, because Taifu likes to be calm, and it is also a rare and pure place in this world's royal capital.

It can be seen that the Taifu of the current dynasty is also a self-cultivation person, but during the fasting of the two, the Taifu musician has been frowning as if he has something on his mind, and all this naturally can't escape Mu Ziliang's eyes.

"Do seniors have something on their minds?"

Mu Ziliang finally asked;

"Fangmu ......"

At this point, the musician stopped talking.

"The old man disdains astrology and doesn't listen to Dan Yin, but this square wooden ......"

The musician said slowly, there are three doors in the world, astrology and Dan are the national roads of the world, and they are justified in their names, acting for the palace, but this square wood is the only one, which has been arrogant since ancient times, and has a sense of independence from the world.

But in the next line of Mingfeng Mountain, until the moment when the musician took his foot to the thunderstorm later, he still fell into that shock!

"The art of Mingfeng, the correct method of guiding thunder, is the ultimate in the world!"

As if he had seen through what the musician was thinking, Mu Ziliang spoke.

Hearing this, the musician raised his head again and looked at Mu Ziliang, since the first time he saw this young man, he had a feeling that this young man had a different aura on his body.

That kind of aura is very strange, he can't say it, but as a Taifu, he has protégés all over the world, and he has never met such a person!

"The Ultimate ...... of Surgery"

Listening to what Mu Ziliang said, the musician muttered to himself, and from his tone, Mu Ziliang heard a question, and even more contemplation.

Similarly, in Mu Ziliang's opinion, the elder in front of him gave him the same feeling as the predecessors in the major arts, with a feeling of immortal wind and bones.

But the facts kept telling him that this person was really just an ordinary person, not a cultivator in the sect.

"All life is suffering, what is the ...... of practice"

After pondering for a moment, the musician suddenly said again, he knew that Mu Ziliang was a warlock and a cultivator, but he didn't know Mu Ziliang's origin.

From his understanding of the Three Great Dao Gates, he knew that Mu Ziliang did not belong to any of them, but for some reason, the first time he saw this young man, he felt a feeling from him that he had never felt before.

That feeling made him invisibly wary of this young cultivator reach a height he had never felt before.

Mu Ziliang looked at the musician, not knowing why the other party asked such a question, but his intuition told him that the old man in front of him didn't seem to want to see a cultivator.

Just as Mu Ziliang was hesitating, the musician suddenly changed his words and said, "Young man, do you know about the rebellion in Southern Xinjiang?"

"I've heard a little. ”

Mu Zi frowned slightly again, although the Nanshan Road was also in the south of the earth, but because the people on the Nanshan Road were dedicated to cultivating, they knew very little about the things outside.

Taking this opportunity to look at the moon and talk about the Tao, Mu Ziliang left the Nanshan Road Pass alone, all the way north, and on the way, he also heard a lot about the previous herdsmen war and disasters in southern Xinjiang.

"I have studied the subset of scriptures and history all my life, and I have kept the great Confucianism in mind, but now I am lacking, and I disdain the practice of the arts, and today I really can't think of what else I can do in the face of this troubled world!"

The musician suddenly sighed and continued;